I remember years ago in the "Group" days we were playing at a large venue in the Lake District and during the night I was doing exactly what you say. At the end of the night as we were packing up our gear I suddenly found myself sitting on the floor. I had been decked by a local hoodlum who, when he was arrested, claimed I had been eying up his girl friend all night so it doesn't always work out the right way. The good end to the story is having spent most of the night in the local hospital I went into work the next day wearing my sunglasses (Shades to you guy's) to cover up a monster black eye and managed to cop a date with a young lady who is still my wife after forty seven years. I still don't know whether she thought I was cool or just a prat.

Happy Days

Col